Neither does he. That’s part of the problem.
Not so much from him, but definitely from good ol’ Contemplation who wants all the details of sweat dripping down your hair.
Moot point. It isn’t too soon.
He must spend a lot of time contemplating his bodily fluids.
I’m sure he feels they’re precious.
He doesn’t avoid women. But he does deny them his essence.
He doesn’t avoid women. But they do avoid him.
Oh yes. Even online.
That makes it so much easier to maintain his purity of essence.
I see that our local member of the church of the singularity has started an evangelization thread.
I thought that’s who you meant, but wondered for a second if you were going to pick this one.
Again with the tossing of a bunch of crap to see what sticks. Typical.
No, but I’ll third you on thinking that “oniric” was was going to be related to Onaning.
Oddly, no one seems to take this seriously.
The only confession I want to hear from that troll is that he lives under a bridge in St.Petersburg, Russia.
I loved how Thudlow Boink (hurh) placed the first Fleetwood Mac line nice and pretty on the tee, so as to be whacked high and far (heh) by Darren Garrison. Well played (hunh!) gentlemen.
C’mon now. I agree this doesn’t seem particularly mean-spirited, but it can’t possibly be serious either.
I’m not seeing what is so hard to believe. She’s saying that since her feet don’t reach the end of the tub, she’s unable to relax her body because if she did, her body would slip downward submerging her head under water.
The whole “I’m drowning” thing was obvious hyperbole.
And in their many years on this earth they haven’t solved this problem by themselves? :dubious:
Should we give some love to SamuelA here? Pollyannishly optimistic technocrats always will bring forth my warm fuzzies.